Proof I’m Living the Dream
I’m wandering through house after house today looking for a place to live. In the meantime, I wanted to share with you three little conversation bytes that occurred over the course of my summer. The last two came from my children, proof that I’m raising them right.
Don’t judge a book by its cover, judge it by the last page. –source unremembered, but it’s scribbled in my notebook.
“It would have been cooler if it was a blue police box.
Kid #2 “Look, it’s the crack! The Silence is coming.”
Kid #1 “What?”
Kid #2 “Huh, I didn’t say anything.”
There was a fourth, but I can’t find where I wrote it down. Something along the lines of “She’s not dead. She’s just in the trunk.”